Isabel Pagan (Изабел Пейган)

Adieu Muirkirk

  Tune—Bush Aboon Traquair

Adieu Muirkirk now for a while,
Since I'm resolv'd to leave ye,
Since my relations mourn for me,
'Tis that which most I grieve.
But if that fortune on me smile,
There's hopes of my returning,
If expectation do not fail,
There is no cause for mourning.

O we should thank the gentleman,
Gave me this invitation,
Altho' at distance I must gang,
And leave my native nation.
Yet while my family's in health,
I chearfully enjoy it,
I bode no scant, nor fear no want,
As long's I'm well employed.

Muirkirk may say when he's away,
He scarce has left his marrow,
For decency in each degree,
Thus I repeat with sorrow.
He was a noble friend to me,
For which I do regard him,
For kindness and humility,
May the powers above reward him.

1. Aughlen Spring
2. Now Once a Young Man Courted Me
3. Snuffy Peter
4. Pox on the Temptation
5. There Came a Bold Hero of Late from the West

Распечатать (To print)

Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1710

Последние стихотворения

To English version